Welcome to another weekend of Rainbow Snippets! Make sure you visit the Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook to read six sentence snippets of works from some fantastic authors. This week my snippet is from The Artist's Masquerade. We're in Flavian's point of view in this scene. His carefully crafted disguise is falling apart, and he's contemplating using the magic that he hates and fears...

His gaze fell on his sketchbook, discarded on a chair near the window earlier when he had thought sketching might help him settle down. It hadn’t worked, and the book sat there in a wash of moonlight. Mocking him.

He’d promised he wouldn’t do portraits ever again. Certainly would never think about using his Talent again. He shuddered. He dreaded seeing what was inside a person. But tonight, well, if he saw the worst, wasn’t it better to be prepared? ​Climbing from the bed, he walked slowly to the sketchbook, as if it were a wild animal that might attack him. He laughed, a laugh he could hear the bitterness in. It wasn’t the sketchbook that might attack.

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend! I'm off to return to my edits for The Scholar's Heart.